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ACT 2: Meet Treasure Heart Dog/Ice Fury

[EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – DAWN]

Morning light spills through the gently swaying, emotion-infused trees of the Forest of Feelings. Hare is leaning against a gnarled trunk, head spinning as if the night’s visions haven’t quite left him. Around him, the unmistakable, colorful figures of the Care Bears mingle with a worried air. Bright Heart Raccoon, with his inquisitive eyes, hovers near Spyro as Brave Heart Lion keeps a protective watch.

BRIGHT HEART RACCOON (softly, concerned) You okay, Hare?

HARE (rubbing his temples, half-smiling) I think so… just a lot to process.

Bright Heart Raccoon turns to Spyro, his tone laced with genuine concern and curiosity.

BRIGHT HEART RACCOON Spyro, what exactly happened last night? I mean… your story seemed like something out of ancient legend.

Spyro, landing gracefully among the early-morning dew, pauses. His eyes reflect a haunting past as he begins his tale.

SPYRO (voice low, a hint of sorrow mingling with resolve) It was a clash of furious fires and shattered time, a moment when our fates collided with forces none of us could fully control. I saw ghosts of my own past, battling shadows that mirrored regret… And then, amidst it all, a whisper—one that beckoned a new, uncertain destiny.

Before the murmurs of Spyro’s reminiscence can drown in the rustle of awakening leaves, a newcomer steps onto the scene. Enter Treasure Heart Wolfdog—a charming, older Care Bear cousin with a mixed palette of pink and lavender fur that catches the early light. Her belly badge, a dazzling star interwoven with turquoise, light blue, and purple streaks—and adorned with tiny coins—glimmers with every subtle movement. She carries an air of American-Scottish charm, her accent soft yet unmistakable.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (stepping forward with a playful grin and a wink directed at Hare) Morning, lads—and Hare, especially. I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s news. Share Bear... she’s been missing for months now.

Treasure Heart’s announcement sends a ripple of concern through the group, and her smile does little to mask the weight of her words. Brave Heart Lion, watching from nearby, nods solemnly while his niece’s warm introduction brings a bittersweet relief.

BRAVE HEART LION (voice firm yet gentle) We gathered the search parties just in time. We’re all here to help, Hare.

As Treasure Heart steps closer, her presence seems to light up even the heavy morning mist. Her unique belly badge—the star with a rainbow shimmer and glistening coins—shimmers as she speaks.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (continuing, voice laced with empathy) Share Bear’s disappearance isn’t just a tale of vanishing; it’s a mystery that cuts deep for us all. But, Hare, with the search parties now united—Grumpy Bear, Love-a-Lot Bear, Good Luck Bear, Tenderheart, Friend Bear, Bashful Heart Bear, Champ Bear, Proud Heart, and the rest—we stand together. Remember, even Grumpy Bear with his brooding dark blue fur and storm-cloud badge, or Love-a-Lot Bear, rocking that magenta fur and interconnected hearts, each one of us brings strength.

A beat passes, punctuating the gravity of the moment as Treasure Heart’s eyes lock with Hare’s. The bond of shared burdens and flickering hope is evident in that glance.

HARE (taken aback, yet determined) Share Bear… I wish I understood why this happened. But if our family is here… maybe it’s time to face the truth together.

As the morning unfolds, the diverse and unmistakable figures of the Care Bears—each with their uniquely designed belly badges and heartfelt identities—circle around like a united front. Friend Bear, with their gentle smile and whimsical floral badge, Bashful Heart Bear, sporting his coy turquoise green fur, and even Champ Bear, proudly sporting his trophy badge, all stand as proof of their unwavering loyalty.

The scene shifts—a new chapter in their timeless, brave saga. Treasure Heart Wolfdog, with her accent and alluring presence, gestures toward a vast, ship-like cloud hovering in the distance.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (smiling brightly) Hop aboard the Cloud Clipper, Hare. We’ve got a long journey ahead—and a mystery that needs solving. Come on, let’s set sail.

And with that, the Care Bear Cousins and friends rally together, the early light of a hopeful dawn promising both fresh beginnings and the unveiling of old secrets on the Cloud Clipper—an epic vessel as expansive as the sky itself.

[EXT. THE CLOUD CLIPPER – NIGHT – OPEN SKY]

The Cloud Clipper sails like a ghost ship through the dark sky, massive and silent, its sails catching the stars. Below, the sea glitters faintly under the moonlight. The Care Bears and Cousins are fast asleep below deck, scattered among pillows and blankets.

Hare leans against the wooden railing, his red cloak catching the breeze. He gazes toward the open ocean, thoughts churning. Behind him, Treasure Heart Wolfdog climbs the steps from the helm. The lavender-pink glow of her fur softens in the moonlight. She pauses, reading the clouds and wind with practiced instinct.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (soft, with an American twang) Hey... you alright there, Hare?

Hare doesn’t look back right away. His voice is quiet, but burdened.

HARE …There was another vision. Not like the others. It was like… the past and future tangled up inside each other. And a voice… he called himself the Chronicler. Then I saw this tree… massive. Ancient. Treasure Heart… who is he? Really?

Treasure Heart steps beside him, brushing hair from her face as the wind picks up.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (sincerely) The Chronicler’s a name whispered in legend, sweetheart. An ancient dragon—wisdom as deep as the oceans, and twice as old. Dad—Castorp—he used to read me stories about him back home when the rain fell heavy. I didn’t believe it, not really. Not ‘til now.

She turns, seeing the quiet shift in Hare's posture—his head slightly bowed, his eyelids heavy. He’s already drifting off, the day’s battles and burdens catching up to him. She smiles, quietly.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (gently) Rest easy, mystery man. You’ve got a lot more ahead of you.

SCENE: The Vision Realm – Frozen Temple

[INT. VISION REALM – NIGHT – FROSTED LIGHT]

Hare awakens in a space between worlds—again. Only this time, a frost clings to the air. The warmth of fire is absent. A whisper of snow dances through the void.

HARE (shivering, looking around) It’s cold here…

He pulls his cloak tight and glides across floating stone platforms, toward a pool of light pulsing with a new hue—a pale blue. Snowflakes drift through the beam like spirits. He steps into it.

HARE (earnest) Chronicler? Are you there? I’ve done what you asked… but I’m lost.

From the shadows, the deep voice answers—measured, eternal.

THE CHRONICLER The ancestors are never far, Hare. As long as you carry their spirit… you are never truly lost. Calm your fire. Let the storm inside you still. There are other forces at work now.

Hare inhales deeply, focusing as energy swirls through him. His body glows faintly—ice and frost sweeping around him, dancing on his armor.

THE CHRONICLER (CONT’D) You are more than flame. The winds that chill the world… they are in you too. Let them expand.

Hare cries out, instinct taking over—he releases a pulse of icy magic, forming a frigid storm that swirls tightly around him. He pants, shivering, his body wreathed in a shimmering Ice Fury aura.

THE CHRONICLER (calmly, pleased) Balance, Hare. Master fire and ice, and you will be ready for what’s to come.

[INT. FROST TEMPLE – LATER]

Hare enters the temple once again, drawn to the same floating platform of blue energy. The visions begin before he can even ask.

HARE Okay. I’ve earned this. No more riddles. I need to know what’s really going on.

THE CHRONICLER You already do. But there is more you must face.

A projection bursts into view—The Mountain of Malefor, cast in darkness, carved in cruelty.

HARE (quiet, shaken) I’ve seen this place before. It frightens me…

THE CHRONICLER It should. This is the Mountain of Malefor—a scar upon the world. It is a haven for wandering phantoms… lost spirits twisted by hatred. But to those darkened souls, it has another name.

As the vision zooms in, a monstrous figure stands atop the cliffs—Gaul II, his green eye burning through the darkness. The staff in his hand crackles with ominous energy.

GAUL II (intoning) The Well of Souls…

SCENE: Back on the Cloud Clipper – Early Morning

[EXT. CLOUD CLIPPER – DAWN]

Hare jolts awake, breathing hard. The vision fades, but the chill lingers. Around him, the Care Bears and Cousins are still asleep. Their gentle snores and twitching ears bring a faint comfort.

He looks up—Treasure Heart Wolfdog is perched high near the mast, peering into the skies as if expecting a sign, maybe even a letter from the stars themselves.

HARE (quiet, walking toward her) You always stay up this late?

Treasure Heart looks down at him, grinning warmly.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG Sleep’s overrated. Besides, someone’s gotta keep an eye out in case the clouds start passin’ notes.

Hare chuckles faintly, then exhales.

HARE I miss Baby Hugs and Tugs... Those two little furballs back home. They’d be up by now—Hugs would probably be trying to help me brush my cloak, and Tugs would be hiding in it.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (smiling) Sounds like you really care about ‘em. Family’s a rare thing to come by out here. But it stays with you, even when you’re far off.

HARE (gruff, but honest) Yeah. It does.

Treasure Heart rests a hand on his shoulder.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG We’ll find Share Bear, Hare. And we’ll make it back to them. You just watch—we’ll make it whole again.

And as the morning sun finally cracks the horizon, the Cloud Clipper sails on—toward danger, destiny, and the thundering heart of Malefor.

[INT. MYSTICAL CHAMBER – TWILIGHT]

Hare finds himself once again in the realm of visions—a hallowed space where the elements mingle with magic. The area is eerily familiar, a place where he reclaimed his gift of fire and ice. Now, however, a pool of light glows with a vibrant green aura, reflecting the raw power of the earth.

From the shimmering light, a deep, echoing voice speaks.

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) You’ve come far, young warrior.

Hare's brow furrows in anger as he glares at the light. His voice rises with frustration.

HARE What?! Spyro said you’d help—but all you’ve done is lead me down a twisted path! A path to nowhere!

The air trembles as the voice responds, calm and measured.

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) Our journey is not always the one we choose. Sometimes, fate selects the road for us—and it is our destiny to follow, wherever it may lead.

Hare’s anger softens into reluctant understanding. He shakes his head uncertainly before stepping into the green glow. As he does, the power of nature surges from within him—clovers and leaves erupt around his feet, swirling into a vortex of green energy. His body is bathed in an earthy luminescence.

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) Stand steady, Hare. Let the power of the earth guide your way. For as the earth moves, so too do all things within it. Wield this gift with care.

After a series of rigorous trials where Hare molds the forces of nature to his will, he finds himself before a familiar, ancient temple—the final station on his arduous path.

HARE (voice echoing with both defiance and desperation) I want to know what’s really happening! I followed your path, did everything you asked of me, yet I’m still lost!

The voice of the Chronicler fills the space, somber and unnerving.

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) Yes... But a time will come when you must choose your own path. For now, open your eyes.

Hare halts mere feet from a viewing pedestal, and instantly another vision unfolds before him—a series of vivid images: crude sketches of apes surging forward toward the foreboding Mountain of Malefor, the Celestial Moons drawing ominously close.

HARE (voice trembling with disquiet) Why are they advancing toward it?

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) It is their calling. Creatures with black hearts are drawn to its corrupt allure. The Well of Souls beckons them, and with it, the Night of Eternal Darkness grows near.

Hare shudders as the vision intensifies.

HARE What is the Night of Eternal Darkness?

THE CHRONICLER (V.O.) It is the time when the Celestial Moons align in a terrifying eclipse—blanketing our world in shadow. The Well of Souls becomes a gateway for restless spirits, stirring those long at eternal rest... just for a brief moment. And soon, that night will descend upon us. Find me... in the Celestial Caves of the White Isle.

SCENE: ABOARD THE CLOUD CLIPPER – DAWN

The vision fades, and Hare abruptly awakens. In his hands, he clutches a worn letter. Around him in the quiet morning of the Cloud Clipper, the sleeping forms of the Care Bears and Cousins lend an air of calm. Treasure Heart Wolfdog is perched high near the helm, scanning the horizon. Spyro stands nearby, eyes filled with concern as he watches Hare's restless movements.

Hare unfolds the letter and reads aloud in a low, haunted tone:

HARE (voice shaking) "Dear friend... There are whispers aboard the ship. Word of your captivity has spread like wildfire. The Ape King himself has put a bounty on you—and on all the warriors, cousins, and even the Care Bears. These are dark times. But know this: you have allies. I look forward to the day when we meet again. Hans Castorp."

Hare’s voice cracks with fury as his eyes flare with inner turmoil. He paces, the weight of the revelation bearing down on him. Then, almost as if triggered by an unseen switch, he rants, addressing both Spyro and Treasure Heart Wolfdog.

HARE (voice rising, a mix of passion and panic) The Ape King—this tyrant with his iron rule—is hunting us, hunting every last one of us! How can they, these beastly creatures, be so damned fearless to approach the Mountain of Malefor? Every time I close my eyes, I see their primal faces, their snarls of malice—and it’s like they’re closing in on us! If we don’t find Share Bear soon, then there’s nothing left—no family, no hope!

Spyro steps forward, concern etched deep into his features, while Treasure Heart Wolfdog’s American twang softens her tone, mixing empathy with steely resolve.

SPYRO (quietly, firmly) Hare, I know it’s a lot to carry—but fear and anger can cloud even the clearest vision. We’re in this together.

Treasure Heart Wolfdog rests her paw gently on Hare’s shoulder, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that belies the storm inside her.

TREASURE HEART WOLFDOG (softly, with conviction) Listen here, partner. If we don’t find Share Bear, we lose more than just one of our own—we lose the very heart of this crew. We stand for hope in dark times. Now, let’s calm this storm inside you. We’re going to set things right, one step at a time.

Hare takes a deep, steadying breath, his rant subsiding as he nods slowly. The anger in his eyes gradually gives way to a determined glimmer.

HARE (voice low, resolved) You’re right. We have to be together. If we don’t find Share Bear, we have nothing left. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her back—and to stop the darkness from swallowing us whole.

As the Cloud Clipper sails onward into the breaking dawn, the trio stands united—Spyro’s steady presence, Treasure Heart Wolfdog’s guiding light, and Hare’s rekindled resolve echoing in the cool morning air. The search for Share Bear is now not only a mission, but the very promise of hope in an ever-darkening world.

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The Legend of Hare: The Eternal Night -ACT 1: Share Bear leaving/The Chronicler

[EXT. MALEFIC MOUNTAIN – DUSK]

The mountain was no natural thing. Its ridges twisted like claws, its cliffside carved with leering faces—tormented souls frozen in stone. And at its peak: a jagged dragon’s head, mouth agape toward the heavens.

From above, a massive purple beam of energy slammed into the stone maw.

CYNDER (O.S.) My master returns.

SPYRO (eyes widening, wings tensing) We’re too late!

[IN THE CHAOS – HARE STRIKES]

Hare stands on a fractured ledge, clad in his signature blue tunic and pants, black boots planted firm. A steel chestplate glints in the sickly purple light. His sword—sheathed. Always sheathed. The red cloak covers his helmeted head, only his face visible beneath the shadow of the hood. A dagger glimmers faintly, hidden behind the sword.

He moves like a shadow—fast, sharp.

Spyro’s fire breath collides with a rainbow-hued beam: the Care Bear Stare. Together, they hit Cynder dead center.

CYNDER SCREAMS. Darkness tears from her body in ribbons of black smoke. Her wings thrash, her cries raw.

As the smoke clears, her body begins to glow. The black scales flake off like scorched ash, revealing a sleeker, violet-toned form beneath. Her eyes are wide. The corruption is gone. She collapses, trembling.

SPYRO (landing, rushing to her side) Cynder! Cynder—are you okay?

CYNDER (softly, broken) Spyro...? What... what have I done...?

[THE CONVEXITY PORTAL SHRIEKS] A vortex forms—spiraling inward, hungry. It begins to tear the battlefield apart.

WISH BEAR (panicking, fur flapping in the pull) The portal’s collapsing—it’s trying to take us with it!

CYNDER (terrified, paralyzed) I—I can’t move...

HARE (gritting his teeth) I’ve got you.

He grabs Cynder and hauls her up, cloak snapping in the gale. His visor is up. His eyes are focused—cold, calm.

Spyro flares his wings and lifts both of them into the air.

BRAVE HEART LION (ROARING) BACK TO THE CARS—MOVE!!

Dragons and Bears scramble, fleeing the cliffside. Hare clutches Cynder tightly as Spyro struggles against the pull. The group blasts through the mountain’s edge just as the portal implodes, collapsing into eerie silence.

For a moment, everything is still.

[IN FLIGHT – ABOVE THE MOUNTAINS]

The night air whips past. Hare’s expression is confident... until something changes.

A whisper.

OMINOUS VOICE (WHISPERING) H-H-H-Hare... H-H-H-Hare...

He turns his head slowly. Looks back at the battle site. His face shifts—sorrow, guilt... recognition. And then—

BLACK.

[INT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – NIGHT]

The dream ends. Hare jolts awake beneath a starlit sky, surrounded by gentle rustling leaves and distant owl hoots. He sits up in the grass, breathing hard. He looks around—his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of his sheathed sword.

He’s wearing the full gear still—helmet with visor flipped up, red cloak draped around his head and shoulders, tunic slightly crumpled. The gloves are on—cream-white, clean.

A nearby campfire crackles quietly. Wish Bear glances over from beside Bedtime Bear, who’s murmuring something to Hare with a serious tone.

Wish watches them closely. Hare seems calm, but something’s off.

He says one name, hesitant but sharp.

HARE Where’s Share Bear?

Wish Bear’s face falls.

WISH BEAR (quietly) She... she hasn’t come back.

Hare doesn’t say anything. He stands, briskly, cloak trailing as he moves. No dramatic exit. Just silent urgency.

He turns toward the woods and bolts.

WISH BEAR Hare—wait!

Too late. He’s already sprinting into the trees.

[EXT. DRAGON’S HOLLOW – UNKNOWN TIME]

Fog curls around the crooked branches. The hollows ahead pulse faintly with violet light.

Hare vanishes into them without hesitation.

[EXT. DRAGON HOLLOW – NIGHT]

The moonlight filters through the twisting trees of Dragon Hollow, casting long, eerie shadows. Hare moves silently through the underbrush, his blue tunic and red cloak blending with the night, the white gloves on his hands just barely visible. His eyes narrow, scanning the area. He’s been searching for days.

Then—he spots her.

HARE (calling out, concern evident) Share, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous.

SHARE BEAR (turning, voice strained) You shouldn't have followed me, Hare.

SPARX (hovering nearby, smug) (sarcastic) That's good enough for me. Let’s go. See ya!

SHARE BEAR (voice breaking) Please, don’t make this harder for me than it already is.

HARE (stepping forward, genuinely confused) I’m just trying to understand.

SHARE BEAR (firm, resigned) I’m leaving.

HARE (surprised, steps closer) What?

SHARE BEAR (looking down, avoiding eye contact) I’m leaving, Hare. I don’t belong here. After everything I’ve done, after all I’ve put you through, I can’t stay.

HARE (heart sinking) Share, nobody blames you for what happened.

SPARX (rolling his eyes) Huh, I do. Speak for yourself.

HARE (whipping around, voice rising) YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN TALK—

SHARE BEAR (speaking over him, calm but firm) No. He’s right. And every day that goes by, I’m reminded of it. Hare, your place is here. Your destiny is here. But mine... mine is somewhere out there, waiting for me to find it.

HARE (voice softening, pleading) Share, I don’t want you to go.

SHARE BEAR (somberly, backing away) Goodbye, Hare.

With that, she turns and disappears into the shadows, her lavender fur barely visible in the moonlight. Hare watches her go, his chest tight, until she’s nothing more than a distant shape in the forest.

Hare drops to his knees, overcome with emotion. He collapses onto the cold earth, gasping for air as if the weight of the moment has stolen his breath away.

[CUT TO: EXT. STRANGE DIMENSION – UNKNOWN LOCATION]

Hare’s vision blurs, and when his senses return, he’s no longer in Dragon Hollow. Instead, he’s standing on a floating platform, surrounded by an endless abyss. Stars swirl around him, and the ground beneath his feet feels unstable, like it could break away at any moment.

He looks around, bewildered.

HARE (voice shaking) Hello? Is anyone there?

THE CHRONICLER (O.S.) (aged, wise voice echoing) Do not be frightened, young warrior. You are not alone.

HARE (stepping cautiously, eyes darting) Who are you? What is this place?

THE CHRONICLER You have been summoned here, Hare, for you are about to face a great trial. The Celestial Moons are counting down, and time... time is running out.

Hare takes a few steps back toward the center of the platform, his mind racing. He hears soft whispers, growing louder with every passing second. The whispers become unbearable noise.

HARE (shouting over the noise) Make it stop!

[TIME FREEZES]

Everything halts—the floating rocks freeze mid-air, the whispers become a painful silence. Hare stands, frozen, unsure of what to do.

He steps forward, crossing to another platform, using the still-floating rocks as stepping stones. As he lands, time resumes its flow.

HARE (panting, confused) How did that happen?

THE CHRONICLER (voice calm, reverberating around him) The purple dragon can wield many abilities that others cannot, including the power to manipulate time itself. You, Hare, are a true warrior. Learn to master this gift, and you will see things almost before they happen. But remember—manipulating time comes with a heavy price. Use it wisely.

Hare nods, taking in the words as he steadies himself.

[HARE CLOSES HIS EYES, FOCUSING]

THE CHRONICLER You have abandoned your true calling. It is your destiny to harness the elements. Yet, you have not. But we will change that.

HARE (softly) I haven’t been able to use my abilities for some time now.

THE CHRONICLER (firmly) Yes. Right now, your powers are dormant. But we can awaken them. Step into the light, Hare. Clear your mind, feel the fire that runs through your veins. Let it consume you... and rise!

[HARE JUMPS INTO THE LIGHT]

The light surrounds him, burning but not harming. Fire surges through his body, igniting his soul. He unleashes a firestorm in the air, flames cascading around him in a magnificent fury.

THE CHRONICLER (smiling, approving) Excellent, Hare. You’re a natural. But mastery comes with control. You must command it.

Hare grits his teeth, practicing, his movements fluid as he strikes at shadowy enemies that appear in the distance.

[AFTER COMBAT TRAINING]

Hare finds himself in a new temple, the walls lined with glowing blue kelp. The air is thick with an unfamiliar energy. He approaches a pedestal in the center of the room, glowing with a soft, blue light.

THE CHRONICLER (voice distant but clear) You have done well... and now, it is time for you to return. But beware, Hare, the enemy approaches.

HARE (desperate) Wait! You still haven’t told me who you are!

THE CHRONICLER (softly) You shall know me as the Chronicler. Seek me out when the time comes...

An image of a great tree in a vast forest appears in the light, flickering like an ancient vision. As Hare stares into it, the scene fades to white, and he is gone.

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ACT 6: The Final Battle/Ending

INT. CYNDER’S LAIR – NIGHT

Dark. Echoing. A fortress of shadows built around a cursed crystal humming with dark energy. Hare steps carefully across the cracked stone floor, eyes locked on the glowing crystal—inside it, Tenderheart Bear, suspended in a prism of energy, struggling to stay conscious.

TENDERHEART BEAR (strained) Hare... destroy the crystal... before she returns...

HARE (firm) I’m not leaving you behind. We all get out, or none of us do.

He takes another step—

A DEAFENING SCREECH from above. A gust of wind throws dust across the floor as Cynder dives in from the shadows, landing between Hare and the crystal like a living blade.*

CYNDER (silky, venomous) If only it were that easy, little one... It’s time someone taught you—life doesn’t give happy endings.

She SLAMS her head into Hare, sending him skidding across the stone. He groans, coughing—but this time, he gets up, jaw tight, dagger drawn.

TENDERHEART BEAR (panicking) Run, Hare! You can’t win this!

HARE (staggering to his feet) Not this time. I’ve run before. Not. This. Time.

CYNDER (grinning) Bring it, little ghost.

The fight is vicious. Hare dodges, strikes, rolls—his dagger finds her wing once, but she retaliates with her tail, cracking the ground. Just as she’s about to finish him—

BOOM!

The temple doors BURST OPEN—light floods in!

SPYRO swoops in with Brave Heart Lion on his back. Grumpy Bear and Cheer Bear rush in behind them with the Care Bear Cousins, beams blazing. Wish Bear, Funshine, and Share Bear aren’t far behind.

GRUMPY BEAR (mid-run, tripping) I told you this would happen! Ugh—!

He crashes right into Cynder, knocking her off-balance.

CYNDER (snaps) Fools!

She lashes her wings, grabbing the crystal before anyone can stop her. The energy flickers—and Tenderheart Bear is suddenly free, collapsing to the floor, dazed.

TENDERHEART BEAR (weakly) The crystal... she’s going to—

CYNDER (snarling) Too late.

With a savage flap of her wings, Cynder soars upward, crashing through the skylight and vanishing into the night sky.

HARE (yelling, heartbreak in his voice) CYNDER!!!

His scream echoes through the broken stone chamber. Hare drops to his knees, fists clenched, tears streaking down his face.

CHEER BEAR (gasping, running to him) Hare! Hey—hey, it’s okay, you’re okay—!

She throws her arms around him in a tight hug. Hare shudders in her arms, breaking.

HARE (voice cracking) I’m not like you... I’m not good... I’m not a hero. I’ve done things—things I don’t even understand anymore...

The room goes quiet. A breath passes through the group. Then—

WISH BEAR (soft but steady) Hare… this isn’t the past. It’s the 21st century. People were cruel back then. People are still cruel now. But we choose who we are every day. And you? You came back. That makes you one of us.

Hare looks at her—torn, unsure, but something in him is changing.

BRAVE HEART LION (stepping forward) We don’t have time to lick wounds. She’s heading to Convexity—whatever curse she’s under, it’s tied to that place.

TENDERHEART BEAR (grim) Then we break the curse. Just like before.

FUNSHINE BEAR (realizing) You mean—like the Stare?

TENDERHEART BEAR (nods) The Care Bear Stare. All of us. Together. Just like when we fought No Heart. Only this time… we bring the Cousins too.

The team exchanges determined looks. Hare finally stands, wiping his eyes. His voice steadies.

HARE Then we do it right this time. No fear. No running. We end this.

EXT. CONVEXITY – NIGHT

Storm clouds churn above the jagged cliffs surrounding the glowing, ancient Convexity Portal. A black vortex pulses with sinister energy, and Cynder—wings spread wide, eyes glowing red—hovers before it like a cursed sentinel.

CYNDER (fangs bared, to the vortex) My master… your return is at hand.

A roar cuts through the sky. The Care Bears' cloudmobiles streak in from the stars, glowing like comets. Spyro soars overhead, Hare riding on his back, flanked by Wish Bear, Share Bear, and Gentle Heart Lamb. The Care Bear Cousins follow behind, mounted on cloud cars, determination in their eyes.

GRUMPY BEAR (squinting at the madness ahead) Welp. Now I’ve definitely seen everything.

SPYRO (alarmed) The portal’s already opening—we’re almost out of time!

They land. The wind howls. The ground trembles. Hare steps forward, eyes locked on Cynder.

HARE (calling out) Cynder! I know what you’re feeling... but this has to stop! You’re not Lord Cob—you’re not the monster they made you think you are!

CYNDER (sneering) Still you cling to hope. How quaint. This is where your story ends, little ghost.

HARE (firm, dagger in hand) No... this is where your curse ends. Let’s finish this.

CYNDER (snarling) Then fight me—no mercy this time!

She lunges. Hare charges. The others break formation.

BRAVE HEART LION (shouting) NOW! Everyone—circle formation! Protect the portal!

The Care Bears and Cousins form a glowing ring around the combat zone, hands linked, powering up. Spyro spirals above the battle, his flame turning blue—a never-before-seen power, reacting to the unity below. He unleashes a blast of blue fire, weaving it between the Care Bear Stare beams surging from the circle.

CYNDER (staggered, mid-fight) What—what is this power?!

HARE (gritted teeth, slashing through the dark energy) Hope. Forged from pain. From every mistake we made.

Hare strikes. Spyro’s fire collides with the Care Bear Stare. The vortex begins to collapse inward, and Cynder SCREAMS—the darkness erupting from her like smoke tearing away from her soul.

Her body glows, black scales flaking away to reveal a sleeker, violet-toned dragoness underneath—eyes wide, no longer corrupted. She collapses to her knees, gasping.

SPYRO (landing hard, rushing to her side) Cynder! Cynder—are you okay?

CYNDER (weak, stunned) Spyro...? What... what have I done...?

Suddenly—the Convexity Portal begins to pull everything inward. Wind whips through the battlefield like a vacuum. The dark dimension isn’t done yet.

WISH BEAR (panicking) The portal’s collapsing—it’s trying to take us with it!

CYNDER (terrified) I—I can’t move...

HARE (grabs her, shouting) I’ve got you!

Spyro takes flight, pushing against the pull. Brave Heart roars to the group:

BRAVE HEART LION BACK TO THE CARS—MOVE!!

The Care Bears, Cousins, and dragons flee the scene. Hare holds Cynder tightly as Spyro carries them both. The group bursts from the Convexity cliffside just as the portal collapses into itself, vanishing in a final, eerie silence.

EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – DAWN

Soft golden light bathes the nearby valley of Care-a-Lot, where cheering erupts. The heroes return battered, bruised—but victorious.

CHEER BEAR (teary-eyed) They did it... they really did it!

Cloudmobiles land. Spyro touches down with Cynder and Hare. The other bears rush in, surrounding them.

TENDERHEART BEAR (grinning, bandaged but standing) Welcome home, heroes.

Cynder lowers her head in guilt.

CYNDER (small) I… I don’t deserve this.

HARE (softly) Neither did I. But they gave it anyway.

The crowd erupts into applause. The Care Bears and Cousins surround Cynder, not with fear—but with warmth. Acceptance. Forgiveness.

SPYRO (sincerely) This... is just the beginning.

EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – HEALING GROVE – LATER THAT DAY

Soft light pours down through the trees. The chaos of battle is behind them. The Care Bears and Cousins gather in a peaceful circle around a gentle stream, where the energy of the Forest hums in tune with their hearts. Hare sits on a rock, hunched over, his sword resting beside him. His cloak’s been torn and patched, his armor dulled, and his eyes are heavy.

GRAMS BEAR (sitting beside him, offering a mug of herbal tea) Feelin’ any better, sugarplum?

HARE (small chuckle, then a sigh) Not really, Grams. That battle drained everything out of me. I can barely lift my hand, let alone a sword.

SPYRO (stepping up beside them, gentle) It’ll take time, Hare. Your strength... your powers... they’ll return. Just like mine did. (pauses, then looks to Cynder) Cynder... ever since that night... the night of the raid... I’ve dreamed of seeing you free.

CYNDER (quietly, by Spyro’s side) I never stopped hearing your voice, even when the darkness screamed louder.

Spyro gently nuzzles her, closing his eyes, smiling.

VOLTEER (striding in with his usual flair) Let us not forget—it was not merely you, dear Spyro, who bore the weight of that failure. We all... well... bungled the proverbial pooch.

SPYRO (sincerely) Maybe so... but we’re all here now. Together again. (places a hand on Hare’s shoulder) Because of you. Well done, young warri— (stops himself, flustered) Ugh... I really gotta quit calling you that.

HARE (grinning tiredly) It’s fine. I think I’ve earned it this time. But we still don’t know what happened to the Dark Master. He’s out there.

TERRADOR (rumbling voice) That can wait. There’ll be time to confront that evil. But today? Today we celebrate victory. And resilience.

GRUMPY BEAR (huffing, arms crossed) His victory, huh? I mean, I was there too. Just sayin’. Not like weird magical explosions come flyin’ outta my mouth...

HARE (smiling slyly) Nope. But weird stuff definitely comes outta your mouth, Grump. We’ve got witnesses.

The Care Bear Cousins burst into laughter. Wonderheart Bear races across the grass, leaping into Grumpy Bear’s arms, followed closely by Tenderheart Bear, who clasps Grumpy on the back in solidarity.

WONDERHEART BEAR (excited) You were so brave, Grumpy! I knew you could do it!

GRUMPY BEAR (grumbling, but blushing) Eh... don’t go spreading that around.

Then comes a moment that stuns even Hare—Baby Hugs and Baby Tugs Bear toddle up, arms wide. Hugs squeals:

BABY HUGS BEAR (cheerfully) Uncle Hare!!

She leaps into his arms, followed by Tugs, who hugs Hare around the waist. Hare freezes—eyes wide. Then, slowly... he smiles. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he hugs them both tightly.

HARE (softly, voice breaking) I... I’m honored.

WISH BEAR (from behind) Told you. It’s the 21st century, Hare. People are learning. And you’re part of that.

The Forest glows a little brighter. Above them, a soft wind carries cherry blossoms through the air. The shadows have passed. For now, the world is at peace.

EXT. HILLTOP OVERLOOK – NIGHT

The wind is still. The stars shimmer above like ancient watchers. Crickets chirp faintly in the fields beyond. Alone beneath the silver moon, Hare walks slowly to the crest of the hill, his red cloak fluttering gently in the breeze. His armor is patched, his hands still gloved. He stops, gazing skyward with heavy eyes.

Footsteps crunch in the grass behind him. Wish Bear appears at his side, quiet as a breeze, holding a soft lantern in her paw.

WISH BEAR (softly) Can’t sleep either?

HARE (shakes his head) Not tonight.

They stand there in silence for a beat, just watching the stars.

WISH BEAR What are you looking for?

HARE (staring into the sky) Answers... warnings... anything. (pause) But all I’ve got... is this feeling.

WISH BEAR A bad one?

HARE Yeah. Like the wind's holding its breath.

Wish Bear looks up with him, her smile fading. Her paw subtly finds his gloved hand. No words. Just understanding.

WISH BEAR (quiet) Something’s coming, isn’t it?

HARE (nods) I don’t know what... but whatever it is... it’s not finished with us yet.

A faint rumble echoes in the distance. Not thunder. Not wind. Something deeper. A low, primal growl from a place far beyond the stars. Hare narrows his eyes.

WISH BEAR We’ll face it together, right?

HARE (soft smile) That’s the only way I’d want to.

The lantern flickers. The stars pulse once—subtly. Then the scene slowly fades to black.

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ACT 5: Munitions Forge/Terrador/Facing Cynder

INT. TEMPLE – TRAINING ROOM – DAY

Shards of frozen breath slam against Grumpy Bear’s shield with a crack! Hare stands firm, frost still coiling from his lips. Around him, Amigo, Wish, Share, and Grumpy cheer him on—half proud, half terrified.

WISH BEAR (giggling) He’s really getting the hang of it!

Hare smirks, but his smile fades as Wish Bear goes quiet, her eyes locking on something behind him. Hare turns to follow her gaze.

At the far side of the room, Spyro, Cyril, Volteer, and Ignitus are huddled in tense conversation. Their tones are hushed—but sharp.

SPYRO (raising his voice) All of you, please! I get it—we’re happy to be back together. But we’ve still got one Guardian left. Or have we forgotten about Terrador?

CYRIL (puffing himself up) Of course not, old boy. Ahem—Terrador. Yes, yes. Couldn’t forget him if I tried.

SPYRO (firm) So how do we proceed?

CYRIL Well, considering the boy here managed not to freeze his own boots off, I’d say he’s ready for the next lesson. The legacy of the ice dragons is complex, and storied—but under my careful tutelage, he may yet—

VOLTEER (overlapping) Your ego is about as subtle as a thunderstorm in a library.

CYRIL (sharp) Shall we?

Hare steps forward slowly, eyes darting to the ominous glowing portal.

HARE (sincerely) What’s behind that portal?

SPYRO (sternly) That doesn’t concern you right now.

HARE (quiet) It might. If Cynder’s on the other side… I need to know.

Silence falls. Even the air feels heavier. Spyro looks at Hare—not as a kid anymore, but as a warrior who knows the risk... and is still willing to take it.

SPYRO She is. That’s why we need to stop her before she finishes what she started. If she uses Terrador’s power to charge the final crystal… that portal will open.

HARE (staring at the ground) So she’s really trying to tear the world apart again…

He clenches a fist. Share Bear puts a hand on his arm.

SHARE BEAR You don’t have to do this alone, you know.

HARE (nods slowly) I know. But if she’s really there… I need to be ready. I won’t freeze up again.

GRUMPY BEAR (grouching) Yeah, let’s just walk straight into the volcano. No big deal. Great plan. Let’s all get roasted like marshmallows.

SPYRO (grinning slightly) Munitions Forge isn’t just a volcano. It’s Boyzitbig, the biggest one we’ve got. The surface is lava-choked, the air’s poisoned by ash. The locals live underground, forced to mine metals for Cynder’s war machines. If Terrador’s anywhere, it’s down there... powering that forge.

VOLTEER She’ll use him to finish the last crystal. If that happens, the portal opens... and we lose everything.

IGNITUS (calm, reassuring) There’s still time. You can stop her.

GRUMPY BEAR (sarcastic) Oh yeah? Plenty of time? Maybe we should grab lunch and a nap too while we’re at it.

SHARE BEAR (grinning) Maybe there’s a tribe down there for you to save this time.

GRUMPY BEAR (muttering) Yeah… but nothing beats your first tribe.

SPYRO (straightening up) We move now. Hare, get your team ready.

EXT. SKIES OVER MUNITIONS FORGE – LATER

Spyro soars high above the lava-bathed island, Hare and the Care Bears riding his back. Ash clouds swirl below. Fire glows in the cracks of the earth.

WISH BEAR (clutching tight) It’s so hot... is this what Cynder did?

HARE (quiet) Feels like her kind of place.

SPYRO (softly) I’ll drop you near the edge of the mines. After that, you’re on your own. Stay sharp, and don’t underestimate her. This might be the last crystal.

HARE (nods) If she’s there… I won’t back down. I’m not afraid anymore.

Spyro banks low, wings flaring wide as he gently drops the group on the rocky ground near the mine’s edge. He looks down at Hare one last time.

SPYRO Just don’t try to fight her alone, Hare.

HARE Don’t plan to. But if it comes to it...

He locks eyes with Spyro, firm but haunted.

HARE …I’ll try to do what you couldn’t.

Spyro doesn't respond—just gives a solemn nod, then lifts off into the clouds, leaving Hare and his team facing the mouth of the mines, glowing with heat and danger.

INT. MUNITIONS FORGE – CAVES NEAR THE MINES – DAY

The walls of the cave tremble as a distant rumble shakes the ground. The sound of molten lava can be heard echoing from the depths below. Mole-Yair, a small but sturdy creature, emerges from the shadows of the cave with a huff, his eyes scanning the group with cautious curiosity.

MOLE-YAIR (gesturing to the group) You don’t carry the stench of Cynder’s beasts... so you must be friends.

HARE (nods) We are. And you are?

MOLE-YAIR (grimacing) I am Mole-Yair, leader of the Manweersmalls... though I’m not much of a leader anymore. My people—those not toiling for Cynder—are holed up in these caves, too frightened to move. We’re all waiting for Boyzitbig to blow.

Suddenly, the ground rumbles as a deep, booming sound fills the air, shaking the very foundations of the cave.

MOLE-YAIR (gritting his teeth) Which, frankly, shouldn’t be long. If you help me free my people... perhaps I can return the favor.

HARE (skeptical) I don’t know. We’re here to rescue someone—someone big.

MOLE-YAIR (squinting) Is he a mighty dragon?

HARE (nods) Yes. Why?

MOLE-YAIR (eyes gleaming) Because I know where he’s being kept. In the mines, near the labor camp. My brother, Exhumor, toils there too. We can help each other.

HARE (focused) Which way do we go? What do we need to do?

MOLE-YAIR (sternly) It’s simple enough, but we must hurry. Boyzitbig is growing more unstable by the minute. We need to clear these caves before we can reach your friend.

Suddenly, Share Bear looks up, her face filled with alarm.

SHARE BEAR (shouting) LOOK OUT!

The cavern bell—suspended above them—begins to fall with a terrible crash. In the blink of an eye, Hare leaps into action, holding his hands out as the massive bell crashes toward him.

In an unexpected move, Hare’s breath shifts, and a torrent of earth energy erupts from his mouth. The bell stops in mid-air, frozen in place by a wall of solid earth, just inches from crushing him.

The Care Bears stand in awe as Hare steadies himself, panting but unscathed.

GRUMPY BEAR (eyes wide) Did... did he just stop that?

FUNSHINE BEAR (amazed) I didn’t think he could do that!

MOLE-YAIR (whistling, impressed) I see... the purple dragon does have some tricks up his sleeve.

HARE (looking around, catching his breath) I... I don’t know what just happened.

The massive bell shatters as the power dissipates, revealing Terrador, a towering green dragon with brown-scaled plates across his shoulders and a fierce presence. His light green spots fade into the shadows, and he steps forward with a heavy sigh.

TERRADOR (nodding) The purple dragon... lives.

GRUMPY BEAR (irritated) He’s got a name, you know. And he’s a warrior.

HARE (stepping forward) Yes. My name is Hare... and you must be Terrador.

TERRADOR (nods with a deep rumbling chuckle) Yes, yes, I am. And I must say, I never thought I’d live to meet you, Hare. You have... a remarkable gift.

FUNSHINE BEAR (giddy) Look, I'd love to sit here and have a nice long hug-fest, but how about we leave before this volcano blows us into the next dimension?

TERRADOR (grimly) You’re right. We have to act fast. I must tell the others what Cynder is planning.

Before anyone can react, the ground shakes with an explosive roar. Cynder emerges from the ground, her dark wings blocking out the light as her sharp eyes fixate on the group.

TERRADOR (urgently) Run!

GRUMPY BEAR (sarcastic) When he says run, I think we’d better listen!

Cynder swoops down, her claws digging into the earth, and she snatches up a glowing crystal from the cavern floor. Terrador charges at her, but she swats him aside with a cruel swipe, sending him crashing to the ground.

TERRADOR (gritted teeth) Go, Hare! Fly like you've never flown before! I’ll go back to the Temple for reinforcements!

In the chaos, Hare and the Care Bears leap off the edge of the cliff, only to find that it’s Spyro who swoops in, catching them mid-air. His wings flare as he flies them away from the impending danger.

SHARE BEAR (shouting) Hare, come on! Get on!

HARE (panicking) I can't... I can't let her get away...

He looks at Spyro, his heart racing. Hare takes a deep breath, drawing in power. His fear begins to melt away as he opens his eyes, determination burning in his gaze. Without hesitation, he leaps off Spyro's back and breathes a powerful burst of earth and ice, propelling himself straight into the air.

HARE (shouting as he leaps) I’m coming for you, Cynder!

Spyro watches in shock, but Hare’s fear is gone. He’s no longer just a kid with untested powers—he’s a warrior, rising to the challenge.

SPYRO (shocked) No, Hare, wait—!

CYNDER (mocking laugh) You think you can stop me, little one?

The scene shifts, Tenderheart Bear steps forward to protect them, bracing against Cynder’s attack as they tumble into the forest below. Spyro’s face contorts with shock.

SPYRO (screaming) CYNDER, NO!!!!!

EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – NIGHT

The moon hangs heavy in the sky, pale and distant, casting silver light across the quiet forest. The trees sway gently in the breeze, but there’s an unease in the air—like even the leaves are holding their breath.

Standing at the edge of a cliff, HARE stares up at the moon, his cloak rippling softly behind him. He’s silent, but his jaw is clenched, his eyes red from holding back more than just tears.

SHARE BEAR (approaching gently) Hey... you okay?

Hare doesn’t answer at first. His gaze stays fixed on the sky, as if he’s searching it for answers that never come.

HARE (quiet, voice trembling) It's my fault. (pause) I hesitated... when he needed me most. Tenderheart… he stood up to her—Cynder—and I froze. I watched him fall. I let it happen.

He wipes at his face roughly, but his eyes are glossy with tears.

SHARE BEAR (soft, but firm) You’re not the first to freeze, Hare. Fear’s a weapon just like any other—and Cynder knows how to use it. That place she’s taken him... her lair... it’s not just stone and shadow. It’s where hope goes to die.

Hare slowly turns his head, meeting Share’s eyes with shame weighing heavy on his shoulders.

SHARE BEAR (continuing) But that’s why you have to go there. That’s why you can’t give up. Tenderheart’s still alive—I know it. And if there’s one soul who can bring him back, it’s you.

HARE (low, determined) Then I’ll go. I don’t care what’s waiting for me in that fortress—I’m going alone if I have to.

He starts to walk off, pulling his hood up to hide the war inside his eyes. But Share Bear doesn’t just stand there. She turns, dashes back into the trees—

CUT TO: INT. CARE BEAR ENCAMPMENT – NIGHT

Spyro is pacing near the campfire, wings twitching with unease. Brave Heart Lion stands beside him, sharpening a blade with a calm, controlled motion. The fire flickers in both their eyes.

SHARE BEAR (breathless, rushing in) He’s going to Cynder’s Lair. Alone.

SPYRO (whipping around) He what?! That’s suicide!

SHARE BEAR (grim) He blames himself for what happened to Tenderheart. And he’s not waiting around to be talked out of it.

BRAVE HEART LION (gruff but caring) Then we don’t talk. We follow.

SPYRO (nods) He’s not facing Cynder alone. Not this time. I’ve seen what she’s capable of—she’s planning something, something bigger. If she’s got Tenderheart, it means she’s not done yet.

BRAVE HEART LION (gritting his teeth) Then we finish it. We bring our brother home.

SHARE BEAR (quiet, hopeful) And we bring Hare back, too.

They exchange a look—no more words needed. Brave Heart slings his sword across his back, and Spyro’s wings flare open.

SPYRO Let’s move. We’ve got a friend to save... and a monster to stop.

CUT TO: EXT. DARK RIDGE OUTSIDE THE FOREST – NIGHT

Hare, silhouetted against the moonlight, walks alone across the ridge, his red cloak trailing like fire behind him. But in the distance, behind the trees, Spyro’s wings beat against the wind, and Brave Heart stalks forward like a silent storm. They're coming.

He won’t face Cynder alone after all.

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ACT 4: Tall Plains/Cyril

INT. DRAGON TEMPLE – TRAINING CHAMBER – LATER

The chamber echoes with crackling energy. Volteer steps back, observing from a platform as Hare faces off with a makeshift training dummy... that just so happens to be Grumpy Bear in a dented knight helmet.

HARE (focuses, knuckles crack) Alright. One breath. Just one.

He exhales sharply. Lightning surges from his mouth like a whip of pure light, striking Grumpy Bear square in the chest. The impact sends Grumpy skidding across the floor, helmet flying off and bouncing against a wall with a loud CLANG.

HARE (gasping, running over) Grumpy! Are you—?

GRUMPY BEAR (sitting up, dazed but grinning) That... was... AWESOME. Do it again! Fry me like a marshmallow next time!

HARE (staring, wide-eyed) I could’ve fried your brain.

GRUMPY BEAR (chuckling) Wouldn’t be the first time something scrambled it.

SPYRO (approaching) Hare, it’s a good thing to be worried about hurting others. That means you care. But don’t let fear chain you. You’ve got heart... now you just need faith.

Hare doesn't respond. His expression stays locked somewhere between guilt and focus.

SPYRO (turning serious) Cyril—the Ice Guardian—has been taken. Tall Plains is where they’re holding him.

HARE (nods) We’ll go. We’ll get him back.

GRUMPY BEAR (half-raising a paw) Uh, question. If we see danger again, we’re going with the “run first, hero stuff later” plan, right?

SPYRO Sometimes, yes. But there are moments when we have to stand up—even if we’re scared. Especially then.

GRUMPY BEAR Yeah... maybe let me warm up to that. Like next year. Or never.

SPYRO (firm) Tall Plains was once a sacred land, home to the Atlawa—an ancient people who lived by the seasons and the spirit of nature. Cynder’s forces took that from them. She’s desecrated their shrine. That’s where she’s keeping Cyril... and likely powering another crystal. You must stop her.

EXT. SKY – ABOVE TALL PLAINS – DAY

Spyro soars through clouds, the golden landscape of Tall Plains rising below. Hare rides on his back, gripping tightly. Behind him, the Care Bears are holding on for dear life, each reacting in their own way.

FUNSHINE BEAR WOOO! This is way better than a rollercoaster!

SHARE BEAR I’m not crying! These are joy tears!

AMIGO BEAR (spinning around, thrilled) ¡Estoy volando! This is amazing!

GRUMPY BEAR (clinging for life) WHY. DID. I. GET. ON. THIS. LIZARD.

HARE (yelling over the wind) You're the one who said, “Let’s go again!”

GRUMPY BEAR I WAS KIDDING!!

Spyro begins to descend in a spiral, landing softly near a patch of ancient ruins at the edge of a jungle. The landscape is lush, overgrown, and teeming with an eerie stillness.

SPYRO (lowers his wings) This is where I leave you. Stay sharp, and find Cyril fast. I’ll return once I’ve gathered more from the Temple.

HARE (nods, but hesitates) Spyro... what if I lose control again?

SPYRO (looking him dead in the eye) Then trust your heart to bring you back. And trust your friends to catch you if you fall.

Spyro launches back into the sky in a burst of wings and wind, vanishing into the clouds.

GRUMPY BEAR (stumbling off, kissing the ground) Thank you, solid earth. Never leave me again.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning) Tall Plains, baby. Let’s get mystical.

HARE (steeling himself, gazing toward the overgrown shrine in the distance) Let’s move. Cyril’s waiting.

The group pushes forward, into the heart of the plains... unaware that shadowed eyes already watch them from the trees.

EXT. TALL PLAINS – CLIFFSIDE PATH NEAR THE SHRINE – DUSK

The skies above Tall Plains rumble with distant thunder. Hare and Grumpy Bear crouch in the undergrowth, staring up as a Dreadwing—a hulking, bat-like terror—beats its wings and carries a rusted, swinging cage. Inside, a figure paces anxiously.

HARE (quietly) The enemy of my enemy... is my friend.

GRUMPY BEAR (stares at him sideways) Oh no. Does this mean what I think it means?

HARE (stepping out of cover, jaw clenched) Yeah. We’re helping them.

GRUMPY BEAR (arms out) Of course we are. Because what could possibly go wrong when you charge a flying lizard with a cage full of drama?

Hare dashes forward, sword drawn. He slashes through a surprised Ape Commander, knocking him backward into a support post holding the cage. The impact jolts the structure—then the latch snaps. The cage crashes to the ground, the door bursting open.

KANE, a tall, wiry creature with a sharply feathered mane and dignified, chiseled features, staggers out. He resembles a proud blend of a llama and bird, adorned in weather-worn ceremonial wraps and bone jewelry.

KANE (grunting) Careful, stranger! I like having bones unshattered, thanks.

HARE (running to him) I was trying to help!

KANE (snorts, offended) The Atlawa don’t need help. Especially not from cloaked tourists and blue fluffballs.

GRUMPY BEAR (from a distance) Oh, you’re very welcome, Your High-and-Mighty Chicken Llama!

Kane narrows his eyes—just as the cliffside beneath him gives way. With a surprised yell, he tumbles over the edge, disappearing behind a spray of whitewater.

GRUMPY BEAR (pointing) Yep! Ingrate or not, he's about to be river stew—do something!

Hare rushes to the edge. His heart pounds. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep—cold air gathers in his chest. For the first time, ice floods from his mouth, a shimmering bridge of frost rapidly forming over the raging current below. Kane’s falling form hits the ice and skids instead of plunging into the water, finally coming to a stop near the edge of the rapids.

Kane groans, dazed but alive, staring up in shock at the frozen miracle beneath him.

KANE (breathless, wide-eyed) ...That wasn’t the wind gods...

HARE (leaning over the edge) You alright?

KANE (panting, nodding slowly) You froze the river. You—you saved me.

HARE (smirking faintly) The Atlawa still don’t need help?

KANE (grudgingly, dusting himself off) Fine. Maybe just a little help. From time to time. On very rare life-saving occasions.

GRUMPY BEAR (grinning) Wow. Did we just witness a proud warrior admit gratitude? Mark the calendar!

KANE (turning, feathers ruffled) Don’t make me regret it, blue one.

The three of them stand there for a beat—warrior, wanderer, and bear—as the storm clouds roll louder in the distance, hinting at what’s still to come.

EXT. ATLWA SHRINE – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT

The rain has stopped. Moonlight spills through the broken stone of the shrine ceiling. The Atlawa God, now pacified, rests dormant beneath a web of ancient vines. The storm within the shrine has passed.

Emerging from a cracked cell of enchanted stone, CYRIL—a sleek, stately blue dragon with a regal gait and an air of icy detachment—steps out. His icy frills shimmer in the torchlight, his breath curling like mist in the cold air. He flicks a glance at the approaching group: Hare, his red cloak soaked; Grumpy, arms crossed and scowling; Amigo, Funshine, Share, and Wish Bear, all smiling, exhausted but relieved.

CYRIL (voice rich, theatrical) Well! Took you long enough. I was beginning to think the lot of you were frozen in indecision… or just incompetent. I’ll admit, I had my doubts about rescue arriving at all.

HARE (flatly) Good to see you too.

CYRIL (squinting at Hare) Ah—you’re the one. The boy with the mouthful of winter. Fascinating. Not many walk around with elemental breath untrained. Tell me, how exactly did that little party trick start erupting from your lungs?

HARE (gruff) Didn’t ask for it. Just sort of… started happening.

CYRIL (smirking) Mm. Ice chooses only a few—and rarely by accident. If it’s choosing you, that says something. Likely about your emotional repression and tendency toward stubbornness, but we’ll unpack that later.

GRUMPY BEAR (to Wish Bear, stage whisper) Wow, I thought I was the frosty one around here.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning) He’s kind of like if winter had a British accent.

Cyril snorts and raises an eyebrow but continues.

CYRIL Still, impressive work subduing the Shrine’s guardian. Most would have ended up as an ice sculpture with a commemorative plaque. And you—blue bear, was it?

GRUMPY BEAR (grunts) Grumpy.

CYRIL Fitting. You’ve got an expression like someone just stepped on your snack stash.

Suddenly, KANE steps forward, feathers rustling, expression stern but respectful.

KANE You have calmed the fury of our shrine and freed the god's spirit. You’ve given my people hope. Though you may leave, know that you walk as Atlawa now… one of us.

HARE (quietly, nodding) Appreciate it.

KANE (turning to Hare with a half-smile) And by the way… you were right.

HARE (confused) About what?

KANE That sometimes… two heads really are better than one.

GRUMPY BEAR (smirks) Even if one of them belongs to a so-called “annoying mosquito,” huh?

KANE (grins) Exactly.

GRUMPY BEAR (takes a dramatic bow) I’ll take that as a formal apology.

CYRIL (rolling his eyes) Wonderful. A tribe of mystics, a bear with attitude, and a boy who breathes ice. What could possibly go wrong?

SHARE BEAR (sassy) Plenty. But we’ll deal with it like we always do. Together.

Spyro’s silhouette swoops in overhead, his wings catching the light of the rising sun. The dragon calls down:

SPYRO Cyril, time to come home. We’ve got work to do.

Cyril exhales frost through his nostrils and begins to walk, turning back only once.

CYRIL Don’t dawdle, Hare. You’ve got a long road ahead... and you’re not done learning what that breath of yours really means.

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That's the design that I'm looking for "The Legend of Hare" AU trilogy,

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ACT 3: Dante's Freezer/Encountering Cynder/Volteer

INT. TEMPLE – POOL OF VISIONS

Hare stands at the edge of a wide, rippling pool glowing with a soft, mystical light. Faint images flicker beneath the surface—half-seen shapes and echoes of memory.

GRUMPY BEAR (to Hare, skeptical) So what’s the deal with this glorified birdbath, big guy?

SPYRO (stern, reverent) It’s more than a pool. For certain dragons—those born with the Sight—it’s a window to distant places... memories, dreams, even thoughts.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning, instantly playful) Alright, hotshot—what am I thinking now? Huh? Now? How about now? Boom! Now?

SPYRO (sighing patiently) It doesn’t quite work that way. You need focus. Stillness. The mind must become as calm as the water. Then it shows you what needs to be seen.

Spyro steps forward, eyes glowing faintly as he peers into the pool. The surface swirls and resolves into the image of a frozen, jagged mountain fortress.

SPYRO (low voice) Volteer... one of the Guardians. He’s being held in Dante’s Freezer.

HARE (tensing) That place sounds like bad news.

SPYRO It is. And I need you to go there.

HARE Wait, me? Alone?

SPYRO Not to fight—just to scout. Observe. If you see Cynder, you run. You’re not ready for her yet.

GRUMPY BEAR (chuckling) Okay, so we’re clear—if something wants to skewer me, I run the opposite direction. Got it.

HARE (flatly) Yeah, good plan. Just one problem. (to Spyro) How do we get there?

Spyro turns with a sly smirk. His wings unfold slowly with a thunderous rustle.

SPYRO Funny you should ask.

Hare blinks.

HARE Wait—don’t tell me. You’re gonna fly us there?

Spyro says nothing, but the glint in his eye says plenty.

GRUMPY BEAR Oh this is gonna be good.

HARE (sarcastic) Sure. Why not. I’ve never flown before, but let’s go ahead and ride the ancient magic lizard into the sky. What could possibly go wrong?

SPYRO (stepping forward, serious) Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Forget what you know. Forget yourself. Let the strength of the ones who came before rise through your blood. You can fly, Hare... you just need to remember.

FUNSHINE BEAR (snickering) Okay, I’m either about to scream or soar, let’s gooo!

Spyro crouches. The bears climb on—Funshine in back, Share holding on tight, Amigo steady and pumped. Hare hesitates, then swings a leg over Spyro’s back.

HARE (nervously) This is such a bad idea.

GRUMPY BEAR (cheeky, grabbing Spyro’s tail) Hold up—if you’re gonna crash and burn, I’m not missing it. Hitchin’ a ride, like a grumpy little caboose.

SPYRO (grinning) Wish granted.

Spyro launches skyward in an instant—wind roaring, wings slamming downward with explosive force. The bears yell in shock, Funshine whooping like he’s on a rollercoaster. Hare clings on, eyes wide as the Temple vanishes below.

HARE (screaming, half-panicked) WHY ARE WE GOING SO FAST?!

SHARE BEAR (laughing joyfully) Because THIS IS AWESOME!!

AMIGO BEAR ¡Volamos, amigos! We’re flying!

Grumpy Bear dangles off the back, his face flapping in the wind.

GRUMPY BEAR (shouting) I TAKE BACK EVERY COMPLIMENT I NEVER GAVE YOU!!

Spyro dips, spirals once, and then levels out as they soar over icy peaks. The massive wall of Dante’s Freezer rises in the distance, all jagged glaciers and howling wind. As they descend toward a frozen river below...

*Spyro drops them down gently—except Grumpy, who bellyflops into the snow.

GRUMPY BEAR (muffled, groaning) Thank you for nothing, you overgrown jet-powered iguana...

SPYRO (smirking) Anytime.

Hare stares at the icy horizon, wind blowing through his cloak, fire in his chest still smoldering.

HARE (low voice) Alright, let’s find this Guardian.

And with that, they move forward into the frostbitten unknown.

EXT. DANTE’S FREEZER – FROSTED CLIFFSIDE – DAY

Spyro lands with a heavy beat of his wings, snow kicking up around the group. The wind howls like a warning through the frozen wreckage—shattered siege weapons, broken helmets, and rusted blades frozen mid-swing in blocks of solid ice.

SPYRO (turning to Hare, voice heavy) Dante’s Freezer... It’s a graveyard. A desolate battlefield locked in frost and silence. This place remembers war. Machines twisted by rage... soldiers frozen mid-charge. And somewhere in this tomb... is Volteer. You have to find him before this place finishes what the enemy started.

Spyro lifts off again, wings catching the wind like thunder. He turns once in the air, then rockets back toward the temple, leaving a swirl of snow in his wake.

SHARE BEAR (nervously) This place gives me chills... and not just the cold kind.

Suddenly, a shadow cuts across the ice—a massive silhouette gliding overhead. The group tenses. Hare’s eyes snap up, his gaze catching something huge moving between the peaks.

HARE (quietly, almost whispering) Hold up...

Through the snow haze, she emerges—Cynder. But this is not the lean, sharp teenage dragon Spyro described. No. This version is twisted, monstrous, regal in a corrupted way. Her wingspan stretches impossibly wide. Her neck is long and serpentine. Her six horns gleam like polished blades, and the two additional horns curling from her cheeks make her face look more like a war mask than a living creature.

Her body is all shadow and power—long, sleek, deadly. Platinum bands gleam cold on her wrists, tail, and throat. Arcane symbols glow faintly beneath her eyes, and newer, harsher marks carve down her shoulders and spine like scars.

She doesn't see them. She glides silently over the ice, a phantom on the wind. Hare just stares, breath caught.

AMIGO BEAR (softly, awestruck) ¿Tú la viste? That... that was Cynder?

HARE (voice low, almost reverent) I sure hope so.

GRUMPY BEAR (confused) Wait, what?

HARE (eyes still on the sky, wary) Because if it wasn't... (turns, dead serious) Then that means there's more than one giant, armored, six-horned harbinger of doom up there.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grimacing) You mean this frozen nightmare has extras?

SHARE BEAR (quiet, shivering) She looked... wrong. Like something wearing her own skin...

HARE (grim) No. She didn’t look wrong. She looked like something that used to be right... and forgot how.

They all fall silent. Only the sound of the wind and distant creaking of ice fills the void.

HARE (slowly clenching his fist) Come on. Let’s find Volteer before we end up as another chapter in this place’s war story.

EXT. DANTE’S FREEZER – FROSTED CAVES – DAY

The group steps carefully through the frozen ruins, the air thick with tension. A distant crackling sound breaks the silence—Volteer’s electric energy is almost palpable. Suddenly, the ice shifts, and in a cavern illuminated by the faint glow of a cold, otherworldly light, they spot Volteer—his once-lithe, lightning-bolt-striped form now a powerful, more muscular frame. His new, more streamlined wings stretch as he adjusts to the chill of the frozen wasteland.

WISH BEAR (eyes wide, gasping) Volteer! You’re... you’re alright!

She rushes forward, hugging him around the legs. Volteer looks down at her, a proud yet bewildered expression on his face as he gently pats her head.

VOLTEER (laughing lightly) It’s been a while, little one. I must admit, I never thought I’d see the day you’d be the one to find me in this frozen crypt. But... you bring such warmth, even in the coldest places.

Hare steps forward, his eyes scanning Volteer. He’s never seen a dragon quite like this before—there’s a fierce intelligence in Volteer’s eyes, but also a deep weariness as if this ancient being has seen the fall of kingdoms and lived through countless trials.

HARE (raising an eyebrow) What are you doing here?

VOLTEER (stifling a laugh) That is the question, isn’t it? (slowly turns, with a kind of awe in his voice) It’s miraculous, truly miraculous! A dragon of your size—defeating that… that monstrous creature. I must say, Spyro’s reputation precedes him, but you, my friend, you surpass even those wild tales!

Hare looks at Volteer, clearly skeptical, trying to process the enormity of what’s been said.

HARE (squinting) Spyro’s reputation? You’re talking about... that purple dragon?

Volteer nods, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and a bit of scholarly enthusiasm.

VOLTEER (stammering with excitement) Ah! Yes! Yes, exactly! There were rumors, whispers across generations—a purple dragon, they said. But most dismissed them as mere gossip, just legends. Impossible to fathom... until now. The things I could theorize, the possibilities! Ahh, but I digress. Forgive me. I am Volteer, at your service, of course!

GRUMPY BEAR (whispering to Wish Bear) No wonder they gagged this guy.

Volteer glances at Grumpy Bear, still catching his breath after being released from the icy prison, and smirks—he’s used to being the oddball in the group.

VOLTEER (smiling warmly) Ah, my friend, there’s much I must tell you all, much I must ask. So many questions about the world, the skies, and you—the one who defied such odds. Truly, I must learn more about this miraculous purple dragon, Spyro. This is… most intriguing.

Hare crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes.

HARE (sternly) Okay, enough with the dragon talk. We need to move. We’ve got a job to do, and Spyro’s expecting us.

VOLTEER (grinning) Oh, of course, of course! My apologies. Where are we headed?

WISH BEAR (softly, but with urgency) Back to the Temple. Spyro needs you there, Volteer.

Before anyone can move, Sparx flits in from above, his wings buzzing frantically.

SPARX (shouting, hovering in front of Volteer) Your friend Spyro’s waiting, pal! Don’t keep him hanging too long!

Volteer turns to the tiny dragon, chuckling to himself. His voice carries a sense of camaraderie as he gazes back at Hare, sensing something different about him, though he doesn’t quite know what it is.

VOLTEER Ah, yes. There’s much to discuss with him, I’m sure. Many hypotheses to pose! To think, after so many years, I stand before you. But… you—(gestures to Hare)—you’re not Spyro, are you?

The moment is heavy, and just as Hare opens his mouth to respond, something unexpected happens. He’s suddenly taken over by a vivid flashback.

FLASHBACK - SPYRO’S SACRIFICE – CYNDER'S WORRIED VOICE

In his mind’s eye, Hare sees Spyro standing with Cynder. The world around them is falling apart—the skies are full of destruction, and the land beneath them cracks as though it’s breaking into oblivion. Cynder, in her corrupted form, is desperate, but Spyro is resolute. He turns away from her, his face filled with anguish.

SPYRO (looking at Cynder, regret in his eyes) I’m sorry... I just... I couldn’t stop...

CYNDER (her voice soft, tender) You're okay, Spyro. You’re with friends now. We can still save it.

SPYRO (quietly) I don't know if I can anymore...

Hare watches, helplessly. The memory distorts into a whirlwind of images—Spyro and Cynder struggling together, a last desperate attempt to save the world.

SNAP BACK TO REALITY

Hare shakes himself back to the present, blinking hard, his hand pressing to his forehead. He’s standing there in front of Volteer, who looks down at him, puzzled by the sudden change in his demeanor.

VOLTEER (nuzzling Hare gently with his snout) Well, well. You certainly have a deep well of thoughts, don’t you? Careful there—your mind’s working overtime.

Hare looks up at Volteer, a flicker of realization in his eyes, though it’s still clouded by the echoes of his flashback.

HARE (quietly, to himself) Yeah, you have no idea.

The tension lingers for a moment, before Hare, always the one to push forward, shakes it off and nods to the others.

HARE (gruffly) Let’s move, before things get colder than they already are.

INT. DRAGON TEMPLE – INNER SANCTUM – NIGHT

The stone chamber is dim, lit by flickering braziers and the ambient hum of magic lingering in the air. Spyro, Volteer, Hare, and the Care Bears gather around the Temple’s inner dais. The cold from Dante’s Freezer still clings to their breath. Spyro paces as Volteer finishes recounting his captivity.

SPYRO (grim) Volteer, it’s good to see you again. But we don’t have time for a reunion. Back to Cynder… What exactly was she doing to you?

GRUMPY BEAR (squinting) Wait—hold up. Cynder’s a girl?

HARE (raises an eyebrow) You're telling me that massive, armored, murder-dragon... was female?

VOLTEER (tilting his head thoughtfully) Mmm, indeed. While draconic biology isn’t always immediately apparent—what with the spines and armor plating—yes, Cynder is female. Terrifyingly so. Regal in form, ruthless in execution.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning, elbowing Grumpy) Someone’s got a type.

VOLTEER (resuming) She... she suspended me, Spyro. Not in chains or shackles, but... siphoned. It felt like my body was being fed into a device. I was a conduit—an organic power source.

FUNSHINE BEAR (brow furrowed) I’m sorry, he was a what?

SPYRO (simplifying) She turned him into a battery. She was draining his elemental energy—using it to fuel something.

AMIGO BEAR (scratching his head) Why didn’t he just say that?

VOLTEER (raising a claw for dramatic emphasis) Because "battery" lacks the nuance, dear Amigo! But yes, the situation was quite... draining. And she left with something. A glowing yellow orb. I believe I somehow powered it.

SPYRO (mutters) That’s bad. Real bad. If Cynder’s using the Guardians to charge those orbs, whatever she’s building, it’s big. We need to find the others before she completes whatever plan she’s working on.

HARE (crossing his arms) So, she’s not just some warlord with a grudge... She’s playing with something bigger. Powers none of us really understand.

VOLTEER (nods slowly) Indeed. And speaking of power... Hare, I understand you’ve recently awakened a certain electric affinity.

HARE (sighs, rubbing his temples) If by “electric affinity” you mean “nearly blew up a shrine and scared the fur off three Care Bears,” then sure. I’ve got... something. But I don’t know how to control it. It’s like I spark when I get mad—or scared. Or focused. I don’t breathe like Spyro. I don’t even feel like I’m doing it right.

GRUMPY BEAR (under his breath) Yeah, we noticed.

VOLTEER (stepping closer, voice softening) That’s not unusual. Power, especially the elemental kind, must be tempered. It isn’t just a weapon—it’s a conversation between your mind, your spirit... and your ancestry.

HARE (flatly) I didn’t exactly get a how-to manual.

VOLTEER Then allow me to be your first chapter. Your breath, Hare—it’s not just a parlor trick. Electricity is volatile, yes, but it’s also the pulse of life. The rhythm of thought. With guidance, you’ll learn not just to wield it... but to command it.

SPYRO (grinning faintly) You’ll get there. Took me a while too. It’s not about force. It’s about trust—trusting the power, and yourself.

HARE (staring at his hand, faint sparks dancing across his fingers) Then I guess it’s time I stop trying to control it... and start listening to it.

VOLTEER (motioning toward the training chamber) Come. Let me show you the first lesson. If Cynder wants to use our power, then we’ll give her a storm she can’t contain.

GRUMPY BEAR (following reluctantly) Great. Training montage time. Somebody find me a helmet.

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ACT 2: Meet Spyro/Facing Ape Commander

EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – DEEP FOREST – MORNING

The early morning sun filters through the dense trees of the Forest of Feelings. The search party—Grumpy Bear, Share Bear, Amigo Bear, Funshine Bear, and Wish Bear—make their way through the forest. Hare follows at a distance, his eyes scanning the underbrush, his mind turning over everything that had been said. His thoughts drift back to the strange purple dragon he was told to seek.

Eventually, they reach a clearing, the trees parting to reveal a large, open space. There, nestled in the soft grass, lies Spyro, curled up and sound asleep. His purple scales shimmer in the dappled sunlight, and his wings, a mix of orange-yellow with a slight pink hue, fold gently by his sides.

GRUMPY BEAR (to Amigo Bear, low voice) There he is. Spyro, the dragon they speak of. (He points to Spyro, speaking with a slight nod.) A purple-scaled dragon with yellow wings, bright as a setting sun. He's got the sharpest snout—like a croc, you know? The ridges on his back? Pink and yellow. The tail, though... it’s got spikes, a real weapon.

AMIGO BEAR (nodding, observing) His tail’s impressive. But those wings of his, you think they’ll be big enough to get him out of here?

GRUMPY BEAR (grunts) Big enough for him to handle. He’s no mere lizard.

Hare stands silently at the edge of the clearing, watching Spyro, his eyes narrowing slightly. Something about the dragon feels more... real than he ever imagined. More than a legend, more than a myth—he can feel the weight of the history that Spyro carries.

Hare takes a step forward, but then, without warning, Spyro’s purple eye flicks open. In a blur of motion, Spyro pounces toward Hare, his wings flaring with sudden force.

SPYRO (snarling, a deep growl rumbling from his chest) You! Who are you?! Why are you here? Why are you captured Cynder?!

The sudden confrontation catches Hare off guard, but he instinctively steps forward, his arm outstretched, body tense. He stands in front of his new friends, a protective stance taking over. His eyes burn with distrust.

HARE (gritting his teeth) I’m no one you need to fear. But you… you’re the one they spoke of, aren’t you? The last of the dragons?

SPYRO (growling, still defensive) Last of my kind? (He pauses, then huffs.) I suppose you could say that. But I don’t answer to anyone—not even to myself. Now tell me—who are you?

Before Hare can respond, Grumpy Bear steps forward, his arms crossed as he observes the dragon's presence.

GRUMPY BEAR (mutters to Amigo Bear) That’s Spyro alright. Looks a bit different from the legends, doesn’t he? More of a teenager now—bigger wingspan, more built in the chest. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up, huh? Those light purple spots on his back are gone, too. Just yellow crests now.

AMIGO BEAR (smiling softly) His design’s been upgraded, I’d say. His snout’s more... streamlined now, and his tail—fewer segments but still as sharp. Doesn’t look like a regular dragon anymore.

HARE (still defensive, his voice quieter) I didn’t come here for answers. I came here because... this is where I need to be. But that doesn’t mean I trust you.

Spyro’s wings flick with a slight, irritated hiss, his gaze shifting between the group before settling on Share Bear. He raises an eyebrow.

SPYRO (eyeing Share Bear curiously) Wait—you... you look familiar. Are you... a dragon too?

Hare bristles, stepping forward, his voice turning sharp.

HARE (cold) She’s not a dragon, you fool. Keep your distance.

SPYRO (eyes narrowing, but softening slightly) I didn’t mean to offend. I just... (sighs) Thought I saw something familiar.

But before the tension grows any more, Funshine Bear steps forward, a gentle hand on Hare’s shoulder, and offers a smile to Spyro.

FUNSHINE BEAR Hey, hey, now. Everyone calm down. Spyro’s been through a lot. And I’m sure Hare didn’t mean to get all defensive either. We’re all on the same side here, right?

Spyro seems to relax just a little, lowering his head as his wings fold against his back.

SPYRO (grumbling) I don’t need anyone's pity. I was just—frustrated.

Hare takes a breath, his stance relaxing slightly, though his eyes still burn with suspicion. He watches Spyro for a moment, then takes a step closer, his voice quieter.

HARE So... what exactly happened to you? And why are you the last one left? What’s going on with you and Cynder?

Spyro looks at him, his gaze flickering with memories before he finally speaks, voice more solemn.

SPYRO (softly) Cynder... I only wish she were here to see this. See how far we've come. We fought through so much together—battled gods, faced impossible odds... I don’t know if I’m the last, but if I am, I’ll carry it. For all of us.

Spyro’s wings twitch, and with a powerful flap, he lifts off the ground. His flight is smooth, more practiced than it seems for a young dragon.

SPYRO (turning back to them, calling out) I’m going to the Dragon’s Hollow. It’s where we were meant to go. And it’s where I need to find my answers.

Hare watches him take off, wings beating in powerful strokes. The sight of Spyro soaring through the forest, the wind rustling the trees, strikes something in him. Something wild and free. He nods to himself and moves, following Spyro in the direction the dragon flies.

HARE (to himself, quietly) Guess I’ll find my answers too.

EXT. FOREST OF FEELINGS – PATH TO DRAGON HOLLOW – LATE MORNING

The sun filters through a dense canopy overhead as the search party treks deeper into the forest. Dragonberries cling to twisted vines along the trees, glowing faintly like pearls in the greenery.

AMIGO BEAR (tilting his head back) Dragonberries… ¡Mira! I’ve only seen these in the books Grams keeps locked away.

SHARE BEAR (smiling, brushing aside a low-hanging branch) This forest looks a lot calmer today. Like it’s… breathing easier since we got here.

FUNSHINE BEAR (chuckling) You might have a point, Share. Or maybe it’s just happy to see Spyro again.

Spyro walks ahead, his claws clicking softly on the forest floor, gaze sharp and full of quiet purpose.

SPYRO (under his breath) Cynder’s soldiers must’ve knocked the statues out of place. Heathens… That’s what Ignitus warned me about.

(turning to Hare) The stories? Yeah. They’re real. More real than I wanted them to be.

GRUMPY BEAR (statues?) Wait—what statues?

SPYRO (jerking his chin forward) Just ahead. On the other side of that old stone gate, there are four dragon statues. Two here, two there. If they’re not aligned just right… the path to Dragon Hollow stays sealed.

As the group continues, the trees part slightly—revealing a weathered stone gate, flanked by two crumbling dragon statues. Covered in moss, chipped by time, their eyes seem to follow the group. Hare slows as they approach, something in the stonework catching his eye. A second carving—graceful, fierce—half-buried beneath ivy.

HARE (staring, low voice) That one… who is she?

The carving depicts Cynder: lean, powerful, with long, angular wings flaring out to the sides. Her silhouette is distinctly feminine, lithe. The hooked blades on her wings curl outward like talons.

SPYRO (softly) That’s Cynder. She looked like that when we last fought together… A teenager, like me. Same size, maybe… but those wings could slice through steel. She wore a choker, bracers. Armor from her past—when Malefor had her under his control.

Spyro steps forward, brushing a hand along the statue’s shoulder.

SPYRO (CONT’D) She always moved like a shadow. Fast, graceful. A whisper of danger. But she was never truly evil. Just… lost.

HARE (flatly) So who's Ignitus?

Spyro’s expression darkens a little, his voice low and reverent.

SPYRO He was my mentor. A Guardian—wise, patient, powerful. The one who taught me what it meant to fight for others.

(pauses) He died in the Belt of Fire. Cynder was the one who pulled me out of that grief. She said Ignitus would’ve wanted us to finish the mission… to stop Malefor.

HARE (frowning) And who’s Malefor?

SPYRO (snarling slightly at the name) The Dark Master. The first purple dragon. Twisted by power. He nearly destroyed the world—and would’ve, if Cynder and I hadn’t stopped him.

(beat) He believed in fate. In prophecy. But I don’t buy into that. I make my own path.

Spyro turns away from the statue, his voice raw but composed. Hare lingers a moment longer, looking up at Cynder’s stone form. He can’t explain it, but something about her stirs a flicker of something in him—a question he doesn’t know how to ask.

HARE (to himself) She doesn’t look like a villain.

Spyro gives a grim smile over his shoulder.

SPYRO She wasn’t. Not really.

EXT. DRAGON HOLLOW – CRUMBLING TEMPLE GATE – LATER THAT DAY

Spyro stands before the sealed gate, his claws splayed against the old stone. The carved dragons along the arch seem almost to breathe, reacting faintly to his presence—but they don’t budge.

SPYRO (grimly) You—I need you to get in there and move the statues into place.

HARE (blinking) Me? What makes you think I know how to move ancient dragon statues?

SPYRO (pointing toward a mess of roots and brambles) There’s a tunnel. Small. Carved through the rock. Foxes and squirrels use it. You’re smaller than you look. Find it, and use it.

They move through the underbrush, Spyro brushing branches aside with his wings. Hare grumbles under his breath until they find the entrance—a narrow, thorny burrow in the base of a mossy hill.

FUNSHINE BEAR (grinning) Eh, when in doubt—break in, right? Go nuts, long ears.

SPYRO (peering inside) Any trouble, call out.

HARE (mutters as he ducks inside) Just bugs. Probably glowing ones.

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INT. STONE CHAMBER – MINUTES LATER

Hare crawls through the damp tunnel, emerging into a dark chamber. His boots crunch something beneath them—chitin. Insects scurry and hiss. With a curse, he swings his dagger and clears the area.

HARE (smirking) A little insect trouble. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

Back outside, the search party waits by the gate.

GRUMPY BEAR (snickering sarcastically) “Little insects,” he says. My tail section. That tunnel’s probably full of things with too many legs.

Funshine silently mocks him behind his back, holding up six fingers and making squeaky noises. Meanwhile, the others flip through images of the Time Crystal stored in Bright Heart’s device.

Spyro approaches the gate again, his voice dropping into something older than himself—something ritualistic.

SPYRO (chanting softly) “This past is prelude… tomorrow, a dim promise… allow us entrance… do not reject us, Ignitus.”

The words hang in the air. Grumpy Bear stops in his tracks.

GRUMPY BEAR (suspicious) Are you just making that up?

SPYRO (dead serious) It should open. But… there’s a disturbance. My fears were right. The temple’s been desecrated.

(sighs) We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way. Make your way through the connecting rooms, restore the statues.

—

Inside, Hare stands before a shattered statue, brushing away dust. His breath is shallow, his fingers trembling. Then he balls his fist, cracks his knuckles—his first time doing so in front of the others. He plants his hand beside Spyro’s paw on the gate. A rumble shakes the earth.

*As stone shifts, the memory crashes over him—someone else’s memory.

—

INT. HARE’S MIND – FOGGED VISION, CRACKED EARTH

A dragon-shaped world collapsing. Spyro glowing with white light, the edges of his form blurring.

SPYRO (MEMORY) (quietly) I know what I need to do. Just get out of here, Cynder.

CYNDER (MEMORY) (torn) Spyro, no… You don’t have to do anything. Let’s just go.

SPYRO (MEMORY) Where, Cynder? There’ll be nothing left. The world is breaking apart. But I think I can stop it. I think I’m meant to.

CYNDER (MEMORY) (soft) Then I’m with you…

She hesitates. Then, finally:

CYNDER (ECHO) I love you…

—

BACK TO REALITY

The door groans open. Light spills in. Spyro’s watching him. Hare blinks, struggling to catch his breath.

SPYRO (softly) You okay?

HARE (shaking it off) Just… felt like déjà vu. But not mine.

SPYRO (gently) Maybe some memories linger in the stone. Maybe some were left for you.

They step forward into the temple. A beat of quiet before Spyro speaks again, more grounded now.

SPYRO I’ve been meaning to ask. You’ve helped a lot… but I don’t even know your name.

Hare glances at him, then finally answers with a reluctant nod.

HARE Name’s Hare. Just Hare. I don’t give the full one unless I trust you.

SPYRO (grinning a little) Fair enough. I’m Spyro. And if this works… you’ll know the rest soon enough.

Behind them, the Care Bears catch up—Share Bear, Funshine, Amigo, and Grumpy among them, staring up in awe at the temple’s newly opened doors.

SHARE BEAR (quietly) Guess we’re all officially in the deep end now.

FUNSHINE BEAR (chuckling) I’ve been in weirder places. Not cooler, but weirder.

AMIGO BEAR (grinning) Let’s find these statues. And maybe the next piece of the puzzle.

—

The group walks into the shadows, with Spyro and Hare leading the way—side by side.

INT. DRAGON TEMPLE – SPIRIT CHAMBER

The chamber breathes with energy. Ghostly green crystals float in the air, pulsing faintly as they circle a broken altar. Hare halts, eyes narrowing, ears twitching.

HARE (confused) What are these supposed to be?

SPYRO (quiet reverence) Spirit Gems. A gift from the Ancestors.

HARE (frowning) Some gift. What do they do?

SPYRO (from memory, voice gentle) Ignitus said… they’re more than energy. They’re echoes of the ones who came before. A gift that speaks across generations. They strengthen your body—but more importantly, they teach. They sharpen the mind. Lend you the wisdom of ages past.

Hare steps forward, green light reflecting in his eyes. As he approaches, one of the gems floats to him—and dissolves into his chest. Instantly, a subtle blue flame ignites in his palms. He stares down, alarmed.

HARE (gritting his teeth) What… what is this?

Spyro turns to look, eyes wide in surprise but not fear.

SPYRO Calm your thoughts. It’s resonating with you. That means you’re in tune with something deeper… Maybe the Ancestors see something in you.

HARE (low voice) I feel… stronger. Sharper. But it’s like something inside me just woke up.

Before Spyro can respond—

APE SOLDIER (O.S.) (spiteful snarl) There they are!

The sound echoes—claws, stomps, steel. From the far corridor, shadows move.

SPYRO (ears perked) Did you hear that?

HARE Already did. What is it?

SPYRO Exactly what I was hoping not to find. If the door was shut when we came… it meant someone had already broken in.

They back into a defensive stance. Behind them, the Care Bears rush to reinforce the group, Amigo Bear up front, eyes locked on the movement ahead.

AMIGO BEAR (grinning, determined) No nos vamos a echar atrás. We’ve got your back. Spyro, Hare—sigue adelante!

A figure steps from the shadows—twisted armor, dark fur. The Ape Commander towers over the other soldiers, his voice a rasping sneer.

APE COMMANDER Well, well… Spyro. Thought you could slither away, huh? We got your little Guardian pals. But you? You’re right on schedule for extinction.

SPYRO (gritting his teeth, stepping forward) Get behind me, Hare. You’re about to see what a dragon trained in the old ways can do.

Spyro narrows his eyes. His chest glows with inner fire—suddenly, with a roar, he leaps into the fray.

GRUMPY BEAR (whispering to Amigo, eyes wide) Okay… didn’t know the lizard had moves like that.

Spyro spins in midair—tail sweeping one ape, a burst of lightning crackling from his horns. He lands hard and slams both forepaws into the ground, sending a wave of Earth magic rippling outward. Enemies stumble.

Then, he draws a deep breath. His whole body pulses. In a sudden explosion of radiant flame, he unleashes his Fire Fury, a blazing circle that incinerates the remaining apes in an instant.

Silence. Smoke rises.

Spyro exhales, steam curling from his nostrils. Hare rushes over as he collapses to one knee.

HARE (grabbing his shoulder) You alright? That took a lot outta you.

SPYRO (panting, nodding) I’m fine. Fury drains a lot of energy, but… it was worth it.

HARE (looking back at the scorched ground) So that’s what these powers are. Fire. Earth. Lightning... You don’t just breathe them. You become them.

SPYRO (smiling faintly) That’s what being a purple dragon means. I was born with the ability to channel all the elements… Fire, Ice, Earth, Electricity—and even Aether.

HARE (skeptical) That last one’s not in any book I’ve ever read.

SPYRO (grimly) It wouldn’t be. Aether is the breath of creation—and destruction. It’s rare. Dangerous. And... it's the only thing that can stop what’s coming.

The temple shudders slightly as if echoing his words. The group stands tense, ready for more.

SPYRO (low) If Cynder’s forces reached this far… then there are more. Inside the Temple. Waiting.

FUNSHINE BEAR (cracking his knuckles) Then we’re not done yet.

SHARE BEAR (hugging her staff) Let’s make them wish they stayed in the shadows.

HARE (clenching his fists, that blue flame still faintly pulsing) Let’s finish this.

Spyro nods—and they move deeper into the temple, united.

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