Didn't expect this? I decided to make some for fan-created (or appeared in other Spyro-related media) elements. Not for all of them, only ones that have sense in the TLoS world. Today in our spotlight are rare and enigmatic light dragons. Time to rise and shine!

Like always credits to the incredible and amazing artist that is @crimsoncherrie and their way of portraiting the ninjas. Their art is one of the ways I see humanised ninjas and it's beautiful. You all should follow them

Now to the story

As the ninjas came back with the sword of Sanctuary, y/n was watching them discuss if they should trust Ronin's instructions towards the first spinjistu master's tomb 'they're looking for my grandfather's tomb... should I try and find it through my powers?' she thought to herself 'no...mama said to not engage until further instructed. They'll he fine' she thought as she gives one last glance at them and goes to her room. She goes to fix herself after training, I'm thinking moment she noticed that her hair became longer but she didn't give much thought in it and just put it in a ponytail and laid in bed and grabbed her phone and started to text her friends:

(sassy: y/n

Waterboy: Strymyr

Stopcausingtrouble: Phytios

Mind-reader: Namir)

Sassy: they're discussing about another thing to save Lloyd

Mind-reader: can they do it well dressed this time? They always looking like rainbow crew

Waterboy: instead of talking about the blockbuster company where the hell are you and Phytios?

Mind-reader: Stiix

Sassy: why are you in Stiix?

Stopcausingtrouble: for the carnival. We have some relatives here and we always come here for the carnival

Sassy: I'd love to ignore whatever you just said but I gotta go. Misako is coming to my room

All of them: bye!

Y/n put her phone in charge and looks up at the ceiling and looked at her door as Misako came in "what do you want Misako?". Misako looked a bit hurt at being called by her name and not 'mum" like Lloyd calls her "I just... wanted you to know that we got the sword and we have found the tomb... we'll get Lloyd", y/n looked at her and nodded at her before turning around "yeah well, I'm tired so goodnight Misako" she said to her. When she heard misako close the door, y/n looked at her glowing dark orb and closes it in her fist and laid in bed, closing her eyes and thinking of one thing

"don't worry Lloyd... I'll end this. I'll finally show what I'm capable of and maybe... you'll see me as your sister again"

Meanwhile the spirit watches y/n as she sleeps as it leans against the door before following Misako to where the ninjas were gathered as it listens to their plan of searching for the tomb. It was wearing a neutral expression as it listens to them speaking before putting it's gaze to Misako and for once it felt a weird sensation, like a type of feeling you can't get off no matter what, that is itching from inside and feels like water like it's about to boil to it's extreme, then it realised that that feeling was hatred, hatred towards the ninjas for ignoring y/n, hatred towards Wu for only caring about Lloyd and the ninjas as if y/m wasn't his own niece, hatred towards Garmadon for when he was alive and not evil but only focusing on his son and not his daughter too, and especially hatred towards Misako for not only abandoning y/n when she was a small child in a school with a negative type of environment for her, but also coming back and only caring and focusing on Lloyd as if she never had a daughter in the first place 'you fool. All of you. I will not let you hurt her anymore. She's not your daughter anymore, she's my lighthouse and I will never let anyone hurt her again' it thought before walking away and back to y/n. It reached her room and went inside and walked towards the bed with a determination expression on it's face but stops once it reached the bedside and looked at y/n's sleeping face, one of the only moments in her life that she looked peaceful. It felt a sudden sensation of guilt and sadness "I'm sorry child, but your path will change.... I'm so sorry for what will become of you when that day will arrive. I hope you can forgive me, dear lighthouse" it said before kissing softly her head and tucking her in. It disappeared from the room and reappeared outside after making sure no one else was. Then it noticed a change in the wind and in the sky '....looks like the preeminent is arriving soon. But it won't know what will come once she's here. You'll be stopped, one way or another.

That is a promise'

Surrendering To A Higher Force

Bathing in pure light;

awaiting the moment of

everything about merlin is blue. his kindness, his anger, his fear. they are the color of the sky and the depth of the ocean. merlin's mourning is a grey shade of dirty cerulean, his grief drips deep blue everywhere, falls from his cheekbones, from his lips. his sadness and his happiness are azul and they swirl, twin butterflies taking flight. pale blue is death and cyan is the relief of forgiveness and blue is the silent quiet. azure is healing and pain and gentleness and electric power. blue his unshaken faith and blue his loyalty, marked on his skin and bones. merlin is spring horizons, cloudless night, where the indigo almost turns black.

arthur is coated in red. blood red, frustration and annoyance red, his hands and his voice are full of it. arthur is the softest velvet, embracing with a shy yet bold love. red is his pride, weapon and shield, and adorned with rubies his protection. arthur is the heart that beats hard, he pumps blood in camelot, he is affection and pure passion. red is war and red is penitence. he is crimson courage, fearless because of his cherry honeyed love. a scarlet hued justice follows in his steps, beneath his trademark cloak. he is dusk and sunset and coming back home. he is summer hot and blazing midday.

merlin and arthur are blue and red but oh, together they are the most anciet shade of gold.

gold of magic and gold of camelot. gold the lining of arthur's cloak and heart, gold the brightness in merlin's eyes and soul. gold the tendrils that bind them together. gold the sun and the stars, which twinkle above them all, dancing to a silent tune. gold is the pendragon crest, and gold the eyes of dragon. gold is where the night meets the day, and gold is eternity, and gold is time outside of time, where the young and the legend live forever, untouched. gold the bridge, the door and the key. gold is life.

gold is memory and gold are the smiles that are shared.