The legend of Spyro:

Heart strings

Chapter 1: The woods

After defeating Malefore and tumbling into a forest, Spyro and Cynder found themselves lost and alone.

"Where are we?" Cynder asked.

"I don't know." Spyro muttered.

"Where are the others?"

"I don't know."

"But-"

"I DON'T KNOW, OK!" Cynder backed down.

"What are you annoyed about?" Spyro paused.

"You were joking, weren't you?" Spyro hissed. Cynder was confused.

"About what?"

"About your feelings for me. You don't really love me. Nobody can." Cynder was shocked.

"I wasn't joking! And what do you mean 'can't' love you?" Spyro turned to face her.

"In the prophecy of the purple dragon, it says that the purple dragon can never be loved." Cynder was still in shock.

"But," Cynder said, "I love you."

"You do love me, but, you can't love me." And with that, Spyro walked away. Cynder wanted to cry. Then, she had an idea. She was going to burn the scrolls about the prophecy, so she could be with the one she wanted.

"Hey!" She shouted to Spyro. "Wait for me! We need to get to the temple!"

Spyro and Cynder walked to the temple doors. Spyro knocked. The large earth dragon, known as Terrador, answered.

"Spyro? Cynder?" Terrador chuckled.

"We need to tell you what happened." Spyro announced, barging past Terrador. Terrador looked confused.

"What's up with him?" He asked Cynder.

"No idea." She admitted. "He's been doing this ever since we got out of Malefore's lair! Can I go to the library?"

"Yeah," Terrador answered, surprised. "Sure." Cynder walked inside and headed for the library. She was prepared to get kicked out of the temple for burning a scroll. She wanted to be allowed to love Spyro… She rounded the corner and walked into the library. She saw the scroll sealed in a glass case. Cynder knew that an alarm would go off. Was she going to risk it? Of course she was! Cynder walked over to the case and smashed it. Surprisingly, no alarm went off. She lifted the scroll. It was so light for something that thick. She saw a burning torch, hanging on the wall. It was known as 'the eternal flame of Ignitus'. Ignitus himself lighted it. Cynder held the scroll above the flame. The scroll lighted and a gold light shone from it. Cynder had to shield her eyes from it.

Then she realised. There were no alarms on the case, because burning it would set off the light and warn the guardians!

Meanwhile…

Spyro sat opposite the guardians. He was in a really bad mood. He was not wanting to answer questions.

"Spyro," Started Cyril. "Where is Ignitus?"

"He died." Spyro answered. Volteer, for once, was silent.

"Dead?" Terrador asked shocked.

"That's what I said, wasn't it?!" Spyro shouted, clearly showing he was annoyed. Volteer spoke up.

"He can't die." He said.

"Well, he has!" Spyro argued.

"No, I mean, he is immortal. He gave the temple 'the eternal flame' when he was a child. The flame gave him immortality."

Spyro studied Volteer with great disliking at what he had just said.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Spyro growled.

"He didn't know." Volteer told him. Spyro got up.

"You should have told him before he ended his life for me and Cynder!" Spyro yelled, angrier than ever. Suddenly, a blinding, gold light came into the room.

"The prophecy!" Terrador yelled as they all ran to see what was going on.

Meanwhile…

Cynder's claws were hurting above the heat of the flame. Cynder wanted to scream, but, she knew this would only attract the guardians even more. Cynder clenched her teeth, accidentally biting her lip. Blood poured from the cut. Tears were falling down her face, as the flame was burning her and the cut was stinging. Only half of the prophecy scroll had turned into ash. Finally, Cynder gave in and screamed in pain. She dropped the prophecy. The scroll was hanging in the torch, burning at a quickening rate. Cynder was in so much pain, that she curled up on the library floor and cried. Her claws stung and blood seeped from her cut. Suddenly, the door of the library doors opened and in stormed the guardians and a miserable Spyro. Once they all examined the room, they guessed what had happened. Volteer looked thunderstruck. Terrador looked confused. Cyril looked at the floor, shaking his head. Spyro had his eyes fixed on Cynder, giving her a cold look.

"What-" Volteer muttered, shocked.

"Happened-" Terrador muttered, stunned.

"Here?" Cyril finished, still staring at the floor. Spyro said nothing, still giving Cynder a cold look. Cynder got to her feet, blood dripping from her lip. Blood covered her burnt claws.

"I…um… fought off some dark apes." Cynder lied.

"You drew blood?" Volteer asked.

"Yes. They were… um… trying to burn the scroll."

"And," Cyril struggled to speak. "did they succeed?"

"Well… um… err…"

"Spit it out!" Spyro shouted.

"Yes." Cynder muttered.

"What do you mean?" Terrador asked. When Cynder didn't reply, Spyro nudged Terrador.

"Leave it to me." He whispered in Terrador's ear. Terrador nodded and walked out of the room. The two other guardians followed him out, shutting the door behind them. Suddenly, Spyro ran up to Cynder and gripped her face with his claws. He pushed her face up.

"Now," He hissed in her face. "what really happened?"

To be continued…