Spyro woke up in a field of white flowers surrounded by trees and sunlight. Somehow, though, the place looked… menacing. Already facing the major problem of not knowing where he was, he also had no memory of coming to this place in any way. He fell asleep in the Dragon Temple and woke up in this field.
“Where…?” he said before wincing in pain. Looking left and right he saw shattered red crystals, which he absorbed to heal his wounded side. It didn’t do much to help.
“Sparx! Where are you!?” he didn’t get a response. He knew he shouldn’t be moving, but he needed information about where he was. Besides, he had to find out if anyone else From the Dragon Temple was with him. What he found… was the weirdest creature he ever saw. He couldn’t focus through the pain, and this wool-less flying sheep with hair for a tail and a single horn looked scared by him. But he had to take this chance.
“Help…” he panted. That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.
Twilight had never seen a Quadrupedal dragon, let alone one that had been hurt as bad as this one. She would’ve let him be… if not for that one word she heard him say. “Help…” what could she do beside help? She used her healing magic to heal the large gash in the Dragon’s side. Then using levitation magic she brought the dragon to the Castle of Friendship. The thing was heavy, as heavy as all the books in the library. When she finally got to the castle, she was glad to see that the girls and Spike weren’t there.
“Okay, buddy,” she said to the unconscious dragon, “Let’s get you to a place for recovery.” She was starting to struggle with concentrating on the spell. Finally, about halfway between the door and her room, she collapsed. When she woke up the dragon was nowhere to be seen, and she was in her bed. Next to the bed was Spike.
“Thank Celestia, you’re alright!” he sighed in relief.
“Where’s the Dragon that I brought back?” Twilight asked.
“Spyro? He’s in the main hall trying to convince Rainbow Dash and Applejack that he didn’t kill you.” Only realizing what he just said after he said it, he ran out of the room and down the stairs. Twilight tried to get up and follow, but she was still drained from carrying the Dragon to the Castle. So she went to sleep.
“No! No! I swear I didn‘t kill her!” Spyro said. “I don’t even know her, or you! I don’t have enough reason to kill anyone right now!”
“Then what happened to her!?” the rainbow haired creature asked.
“All I know is that she helped me! When I woke up I was here, she was unconscious and I took her to the nearest resting place!”
“A Likely story,” The blonde one said. “But why would Twilight, a pony, help a dragon? They’re jerks by nature!”
“She’s Okay!” the bipedal purple dragon that Spyro met earlier said as he came downstairs. “She just went back to sleep, she told me everything she did for Spyro!” that seemed to seal it. They looked shocked at him and the other dragon. Eventually they accepted the idea that a “Pony” and a dragon got along enough to help eachother, though it still seemed farfetched to them.